Dubya knows a thing or two
About control. It’s not to share.
As beneficiary of a coup,
He’s got to serve who put him there
By doing things they want him to.

Convinced that people can be ruled
By whipping up their rightful fears
Through propaganda finely tooled
With smoothly calibrated gears,
And patriotism as a foil,
And smiting evil where it breeds
At home, abroad, on foreign soil,
He’ll satisfy the scripters’ needs
To regulate Iraqi oil.

And human casualties aside,
The costs of this adventure are
The death of liberties at home;
The chaos of perpetual war;
Truth bandied like a shuttlecock;
Betrayals practiced near and far;
A vengeful legacy of hate
And global scar.